recently i've been in a very low point. my moodswings have got more frequent, extreme, and debilitating. i've lost a few friends, and i've made the relationship between me and others worse. i've said horrible things, i've had horrific urges, i've ruined my social life. i've had to resort to s//h. i've been put through various doctor appointments and referrals and counsellors. like i said, an incredibly low point. for quite a while, i'd been a fan of stomach book. i'd listened to her music, made custom merch, truly loved her music. but only now did it save my life. or at least my life how i know it. only now has it resonated with me on such a scale. tragedy and heartbeat being among the only songs ever to make me cry. listening to stomach book gives me this barely describable feeling. like being sung to sleep. screamed at, comforted, and broken into pieces all at the same time. and like i'm standing in my own mind and somebody's pouring something inside that amplifies all my thoughts, but at the same time washes them all away and reaches for my hand in the dark. i know how cheesy that sounds. but it's true. so, yeah. thank you stomach book. thank you vivi. keep making music. your songs are some of the most beautiful i've ever heard. you've given me a reason to see another day,
song is playing pretend-stomach book. yes the whole thing. if you are sensitive to noise, press the stop button after the bluey sample is over. you'll know what i mean. also the art isn't the best, i didn't have much time, see
